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Date: Thursday, March 18, 1999 8:59 PM
Subject: Fw: Want to share this to you, folks. . . .


>
>>>Subject: want to share this to you, folks. . . .
>Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story
>about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart.
>
>Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had.  But being
>half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere.  At all the
>games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.  This
>teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very
special
>relationship.  Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was
>always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was
>still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. but his father
>continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that hedid not have
>to play football if he didn't want to.  But the young man loved football
and
>decided to hang in there.  He wasdetermined to try his best at every
>practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior. All through
>high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench
>warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always
>with words of encouragement for him.
>
>When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football
>team as a "walk-on". Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he
>did.  The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always
>puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided
>the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed. The news
>that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the
>nearest phone and called his father.  His father shared his excitement and
>was sent season tickets for all the college games.
>    This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four
>years at college, but he never got to play in the game.  It was the end of
>his senior football season, and as he trotted ontothe practice field
shortly
>before the big play off game, the coach met him with a telegram.  The young
>man read the telegram and he became deathly silent.  Swallowing hard, he
>mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I
>miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and
>said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back
>to the game on Saturday.
>
>Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well.  In the third quarter,
>when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped
into
>the empty locker room and put on his football gear.  As he ran onto the
>sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful
>teammate back so soon.  "Coach, please let me play.  I've just got to play
>today." said the young man.  The coach pretended not to hear him. There was
>no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game.  But the
young
>man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in.
>"All right," he said. "You can go in". Before long, the coach, the players
>and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes.  This little
>unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right.  The
>opposing team could not stop him.  He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled
>like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied.  In the
>closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the
way
>for the winning touchdown.  The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him
>onto their shoulders.  Such cheering you've never heard! Finally, after the
>stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the
>coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all
>alone.  The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it.  You were
>fantastic! Tell me what got into you?  How did you do it?"  He looked at
the
>coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but
>did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and
forced
>a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could
>see me play, and I wanted to show himI could do it!"
>
>Like the athlete's father, God is always there cheering for us.  He's
>always reminding us to go on.  He's even offering us His hand for He knows
>what is best and is willing to give us what we need and not simply what we
>want. God has never missed a single game.  What a joy to know that life is
>meaningful if lived for the Highest.  Live for HIM for He's watching us in
>the game of life.
>
>>>>RIGHT NOW:
>>>>somebody is very proud of you.
>>>>somebody is thinking of you.
>>>>somebody is caring about you.
>>>>somebody misses you.
>>>>somebody wants to talk to you.
>>>>somebody wants to be with you.
>>>>somebody hopes you are not in trouble.
>>>>somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
>>>>somebody wants to hold your hand.
>>>>somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
>>>>somebody wants you to be happy.
>>>>somebody want you to find him/her.
>>>>somebody wants to give you a gift.
>>>>somebody wants to hug you.
>>>>somebody thinks you ARE a gift.
>>>>somebody admires your strength.
>>>>somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
>>>>somebody wants to protect you.
>>>>somebody can't wait to see you.
>>>>somebody loves you for who you are.
>>>>somebody treasures your spirit.
>>>>somebody is glad that you are their friend.
>>>>somebody want to get to know you better.
>>>>somebody wants to be near you.
>>>>somebody wants you to know they are there for you.
>>>>somebody would do anything for you.
>>>>somebody want to share their dreams with you.
>>>>somebody is alive because of you.
>>>>somebody needs your support.
>>>>somebody will cry when they read this.
>>>>somebody needs you to have faith in them.
>>>>somebody trusts you.
>>>>somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.
>>>>SOMEBODY NEEDS YOU TO SEND THIS TO THEM
>>
>>
>>
>
>

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